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5 Female Poets Next to a Block of Ice.

(--Wrestle the damn dream down!)
--Eleni Sikelianos

This was the dream
where I left the palm and stereo at home
left my fatigues at home
I became lost in a Theatre of Reading
I was provoked by aggressive how-to book titles bobbing out at me
  as I passed the (fluctuating) shelves
"Incapably Positive Chronicles"
"Received Ideas But In No Things Received"
"The President Is Not Projective Thirst You Can Be Too"
"My Hands Are Tongue-Tied"
"More Than Laura Riding Knows"
I open a volume, hands shaking but my condition ordered me to salute
I felt like Queen Mab, I wanted to eat nightshade
and ply the spirits of poesia out of their caves
My sisters--all four of them--reminded me of
the Library in Alexandria--think of it before its sacking
--(time is a spiral)
and suggested how one might behave
  in such a place--
such a Memory Palace, you need, girlfriends, to bow
Joanne was seen polishing marble
Diane remained in samadhi
Alice had her glasses on to scrutinize a miniature map
Eleni was eager for the card catalogue, she started "And you?"
She was enceinte, she held the future in a book
I was a lumpen proletariat, a deadbeat, a shaman
I wanted him, the only librarian in the room (snap fingers)
to be a nurturing woman librarian
The world was askew how get it right again?
Stacks of glassine Duncan, Olson thin, weathered Ginsberg,
his pages long with hair
It was "all about" Spicer's grail, the Enron scandal
It was all about death in war, torture
The empire of reading was clear
You needed special glasses provided by Homeland Security
But here there was no "home," there was no "secure"
But something was going to change, get born.
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Title Annotation:two poems
Author:Waldman, Anne
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:May 1, 2006
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